Lyrics:
up for the '20
That's something I've never understood see
There's many women who's way better than me at what I do
See at the core I'm an engineer in
Come here but walk away cause I want you to stay
Baby girl just meet me by the bay
I’ll cook for you just like Bobby Flay
You wouldn’t even have
the fairest of maidens
She out shined all others that I'd known by far
I had a friend, a big fella, named big Harlan Taylor
Harlan had a rubber-tired, new
it?
Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it
I need to stop bein' debated
You're still copyin', Xeroxin', I'm still coppin' a feel
Like Bill Cosby
To many heartaches (Big Keiser)
Heartbreaks, heartaches (Big Keiser)
Having these battles again
Can't get you out of my head
Anemic got blood on my
Four consecutive ones have significance in many cultures
Some people make a wish when the clock strikes 1111
Some see it as a connection to a higher
to ball
Get your issue or your ass too late
Cause I got plays to call
And I got many ways to make it
If you take the risk, fuck the bitch
Cause her ass was
Taylor (Skeeooh)
Certified ride or die fuck the other side (Blaow)
Keep the burners by
Bitch don't try unless you down to die
I don't got that type of time
Not many get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside
ya
When I MC I get other MC's pissed
Off like when a bitch flops ya
Let me tell you something
About Skepta's girl yeah? Yo, yo
She had sex too many
the fairest of maidens
She out shined all others that I'd known by far
I had a friend, a big fella, named big Harlan Taylor
Harlan had a rubber-tired, new
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin' head on the highway
Too many nigga buried
Dead and gone keep your head up a search for better days
I cannot live hoping to die
Suicidal in the dark don't cut the lights
you're black like me, say his name
Til you're black like me, say his name
Say His Name
Yuh, yuh
I'm tal'm'bout Taylor, Iggy, Miley
And Appropriana, too
I
can?t I think about it? I?m an officer, too.
KWIRK
You?ve got enough to think about, you?ve got a whole dashboard to take care of.
SMOCK
Captain,
to
Piss but not in
No potty
They think that
I'm rich but I am
Not Roddy
I'm winning like
Ricky but I'm
Not a Bobby
Put work in like
50 many men
Not bout
you up These hoes will get you touched
I've seen it well enough
I've seen them way too many times Niggas die tryna get a nut
But I must admit I am now
even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class
They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while
fake
"He got too much too lose, he ain't gonna bust in the ring!"
Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted
I could shoot to kill,
fault that I'm lonely
I screwed up too many times
Did it once, twice, now I'm on my own
I knew that you loved me
It scared me so I lied
No I don't, I
insurance
My phone on dnd got too many callers
Like Joseph coat I got way too many colours
Kolly goated these niggas no dey boro
All they know how to dos copy
from [D] home [D] Too young to get a job I robbed a [A] man in Frisco [D] yard [G] The wagon I had rode next was [D] driven by a [A] guard [D] Mom
these niggas
Put a hurting on these niggas
Ah ah ah, skrting on these niggas
Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them
Bobby Ray cold
the hatch
cnd paint the vivid pictures with the stories that I have
I've seen, too many fiends
So many pregnant teens
People living nightmares waking up
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